Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

[Addison]I was still more than a little upset at Hunter for his stunt today with Professor McCannon. How could he set me up like that? I begged him not to include him in my mess, and yet Hunter Grant, like always, decided he knew what was best.He means well, but he needs to be better at communicating his intentions. "You should go back to school," the professor advised. "Complete your master's degree. You shouldn't have ever left school just because Michael wanted you to." I had always intended to go back after Jayson got a bit older, I explained, "And now I have a job, I have Livy to watch, and I don't think I'll be able to find the time.""Nonsense," McCannon waves away my excuses. "Sometimes you need to be a bit selfish, and that time is now. If not now, then when? How much of your life are you going to put on hold for other people?"I hadn't thought about it that way but I guess the professor is right. "I don't know, professor, I'll think about it," I promise. "I don't want any

[Addison]Looking up into Hunter’s deep blue eyes, I’m unsure if I’ll ever be okay again. For a moment neither one of us moved, both looking just as unsure of what to do next as the other. Blinking, I take a shuddering breath. “It’s okay, Hunter, I…it was just a bit startling.” “Livy, you need to be more careful,” he reprimands her gently, his voice taking that soft touch he only has for her. “I know you are just being affectionate, but you could have hurt one of us. You scared me, Livy, and poor Miss Addison. That was too much.” “But I wanted a hug too,” she blinks innocently enough. Maybe all she needed was a hug. Maybe that’s all I needed too because I still haven’t stepped out of his arms.“Did I hurt you, Auntie,” her large hazel eyes look up at me innocently, although I see a touch of mischievousness around the corners of her mouth when she adds, "I'm sorry, Auntie Addison. I can kiss it to make it better.” Livy leans forward and places a small kiss on my waist. “Now Uncle,

[Addison]We stand, turning towards the young woman. With short, clipped steps, a stunningly beautiful young woman comes into view. With bright red hair and a perfectly heart-shaped face, he black eyes are startling as she gazes adoringly at Hunter Grant, her stylish bag swaying behind her as she marches forward with arms outstretched. "Oh Hunter, I've missed you!" As she jogs forward, dozens of eyes watch as she makes her way across the room. A few cameras flash but are then discretely hidden away under the hard glares of tight-lipped servers."Who is she?" I start to say but the words die on my tongue as she comes into view. There isn't a New Yorker who wouldn't recognize her. Her face has dominated every billboard and magazine cover for years.It's hometown hero Jessica Jackson, teen idol, supermodel, and the creative genius behind her own size and gender-inclusive fashion line, Jake. Beautiful, talented, and ridiculously skilled, she swept New York Fashion Week's hot young faces

[Hunter]The two women come back smiling, but their smiles are harsh and pointed. Taking seats on opposite sides of me, they avoid looking at one another for the rest of the meal. Addison seems especially distracted, neglecting her food, and looking out the window at the setting sun. Something happened in the bathroom, something to shift the mood. Stuck between them, I want to ease the tension, but I'm not sure where to start. I hope Jessica didn't take things too far. She's a bit protective of me, and she has a sharp temper. "So, Hunter, you won't believe the new shop I found." Jessica has been showing me pictures from her Paris buyer's trip. I'm so proud of her.She's grown up so much in the last five years. I never thought she'd recover after the incident that almost cost her life. Luckily, my team go there in time, but it was close. We had been given a lead that there was an exchange of goods happening that night at a high school in Connecticut. There was a basketball game happe

[Mr. Jersey]I hate going into these stuffy offices and being Mr. D's delivery boy. It's so fucking degrading. I'm Mr. D's lieutenant, not his goddamned delivery boy. But who the fuck tells Mr. D that to his face? Nobody, that's who--as in there won't be NO BODY to find. Heh he. Stone and Associates is on the other side of town. The drive sucks, but I ain't taking the fucking train, so when I arrive I'm already irritated. Shit, I was irritated before I stepped in the fucking car. I hate visiting this little cunt. I wish the man would grow a pair and stop letting Ms. Evie pull his dick so hard his balls fell off. She's not even his girl, and he's still mewing at her feet for the fucking scraps of pussy that Mr. D leave behind. Nasty. I don't care how hot she is. Ain't no pussy worth sloppy seconds. Even if they're Mr. D's. Besides, she's hot and all, but she's round with who the fuck knows who's bastard. That girl opens her legs faster than the line at Mc.D's. But unlike those cheap